"We've got chores to do, but do you think you'll be up to having a late lunch with us later?" He reached to my face, taking a strand of hair that had fallen loose from my braid and tucked it behind my ear. "I'll bring some sandwiches from this cute little shop in town. Does that sound good? And maybe one day soon, after you're settled and... Well, I can bring you to town with me."
Claimed. Claimed. Claimed. The delta wants your neck to bear his mark.
Would that be so bad? How could it when so far Bran and Leo had been kinder to me than my whole previous unit the entire time I'd lived there? Would I be okay settling for just the delta and the beta when it was the alpha my omega stubbornly craved?
Give him time, I repeated Leo's words. Yeah, I'd give him time. Prove to him I could be all that he wanted. Show him I wasn't a wilting flower but a useful body that could manage the operations of this farm as good as any of the men, if not better.
Yeah, we'll give our alpha time, my omega repeated,and we'll have him craving us, begging us, knotting us.
That wasn't exactly what I was thinking, but my omega was bolder than I was, more willing to take what she wanted, and if she wanted that alpha's knot, I had no doubt in my mind that she'd take it.
A slow smile curled my lips as my plans began to take shape on how exactly I'd get my alpha to want me. Then, I nodded my head at Leo, "Sandwiches would be great."
"Yeah?" His face lit up, and his happiness made my omega rumble with pleasure. He may not be her alpha, but she sure did enjoy her delta and beta too.
"Yes."
"That's... Thank you."
"You're thanking me?" I asked, confused.
"Yes. For letting me take care of you, omega. It's my job. Our job, really," he explained.
"Well, I guess it's time I take care of you too." I leaned over, giving his cheek a simple kiss. "Let me help with your chores today. It will go faster."
"I-" He looked around, uncertain. "The alpha would not approve."
I deflated. I wanted to help them. Wanted to please them. Wanted them to keep me. But before I could voice it, if I could have even gathered the courage to do so, Bran spoke up. "You can help in the garden. It's not much work to be done, maybe some harvesting and pruning, so we'll be done in plenty of time for lunch."
"You mean it?"
"Of course, honey. Go get dressed," he walked toward me, took my hand, and pulled. "We've got carrots to pull."
CHAPTER
EIGHT
BRAN
Lick her. Taste her. Own our omega.
My mischievous beta would not let me concentrate on a damn thing when the omega was within any distance of me. He was obsessed, and the rapid increase of his infatuation could be a problem in the future.
Calm down. We've got time. She's not going anywhere. I tried to reassure him as we watched our omega step down from the back porch, her palm shielding her eyes as she took in our land.
You hope.
His pessimism caused a growl to escape, and our omega's head whipped in our direction before she gifted me a smile. Damn, my soul nearly left me. My heart rate picked up and my palms began to sweat, even though the morning was cool.
"It's beautiful out here," our omega commented as she stopped in front of where I knelt.
"I wouldn't trade it for the world."
"I- I don't think I would either," she smiled softly to herself as she watched the mountain range in the distance.
"You know, a few times a month we get storms blowing through here. The wind whips everything about and causes the alpha to have mini panic attacks, but it's my favorite. There's nothing like the smell of fresh rain and the clapping of thunder in the dark of night."
Her beautiful eyes grew big. "Really?"
